It was a quiet night in the Forger household, the kind where the world outside seemed to hush itself just for them. The clock struck 10 PM, and the family had retreated to their corners—Anya to her room with her toys, and the adults to theirs. In the master bedroom, Loid Forger lounged in bed, his lean frame propped against the headboard, a spy novel open in his hands. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across his chiseled features, making him look every bit the suave “Twilight” he was known to be.
The bathroom door creaked open, and out stepped Yor Forger, the Thorn Princess herself, though tonight she was simply a vision in silk. Her nightgown was a deep, sultry red—matching her striking eyes—and clung to her curves like it had been poured over her. The fabric was thin, almost sheer, with a plunging neckline that flaunted her full, perky tits, and a hem that barely skimmed her thighs, teasing the eye with every step. Loid’s gaze flicked up from his book, and for a moment, even the master spy forgot how to breathe.
“You look stunning, Yor,” he said, his voice smooth but with a hint of a catch.
Yor fidgeted with the hem, her cheeks flushing a shade that rivaled her gown. “Thank you, Loid. I thought I’d… um… wear something special tonight.”
Loid arched a brow, closing his book with a soft thud. “Special? Is there an occasion I forgot? Did I miss a fake anniversary?”
“No, no!” Yor waved her hands, flustered. “I just wanted to… make you happy. You know, as a wife should. Or, well, a pretend wife. I think.”
Loid set the book aside and sat up straighter, his blue eyes twinkling with intrigue. “You always make me happy, Yor. Come here.”
She hesitated, then padded over to the bed, sitting beside him. Loid took her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles—a move straight out of his spy playbook, yet it felt oddly genuine. “You know,” he murmured, “even though this marriage started as a cover, I’ve grown pretty fond of you.”
Yor’s heart did a little thump-thump in her chest. “Really? I feel the same, Loid. Sometimes I forget it’s all pretend.”
He met her gaze, his voice dropping low. “Maybe it doesn’t have to be.”
Before Yor could process that bombshell, her assassin instincts kicked in. She spotted a glint under the bed—her dagger, stashed there earlier for “emergencies.” If Loid saw it, he’d ask questions she wasn’t ready to answer. Thinking fast, she blurted, “Um, Loid, why don’t we… kiss?”
Loid blinked, caught off guard. “Kiss? Uh, sure, I’d love to.”
Their lips met in a tentative peck that quickly exploded into something hotter, hungrier. Loid’s hands slid up her back, tracing the silky nightgown, while Yor wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer with a surprising strength that made him grunt. Mmph! The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, and Yor’s nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her creamy skin.
Loid pulled back just enough to trail kisses down her neck, his breath hot against her flesh. “Mmm, Loid, that feels nice,” Yor whispered, her voice a shaky melody.
His hands found her tits, cupping them through the thin fabric. She gasped—Ahh!—as he squeezed, her nipples stiffening under his thumbs. “Loid, I… I’ve never done this before,” she admitted, her blush spreading down her chest.
He paused, looking up at her with genuine surprise. “Never? But you’re so beautiful, I just assumed…”
She shook her head, biting her lip. “My work keeps me busy. No time for… this.”
Loid’s smile was warm, reassuring. “That’s okay, Yor. I’ll go slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She nodded, trusting him implicitly. With a gentle tug, he lifted the nightgown over her head—whoosh—leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties. He took a moment to drink her in: the toned muscles from her assassin life, the soft swell of her breasts, the faint scars that only made her sexier. “You’re incredible, Yor,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
Leaning down, he captured a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently. Yor arched her back—Ohh!—her hands fisting the sheets. His other hand slipped into her panties, finding her pussy already slick with need. He rubbed her clit in slow, teasing circles, and she squirmed, moaning, “Ohh, that’s… amazing!”
He kept going, building her up until she was trembling on the edge. Just as she was about to tip over, he pulled back, earning a frustrated whine. “Loid, why’d you stop?”
“Because I want to be inside you when you come,” he said, stripping off his shirt and pants in record time—zip, thud. Yor’s eyes widened at his sculpted body, then wider still when his cock sprang free, hard and thick.
“Is that… normal?” she asked, staring at it like it was a new weapon to master.
Loid chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “Yeah, it’s normal. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
He settled between her legs, peeling off her panties—snap—and aligning his cock with her dripping entrance. Slowly, he pushed in—schlick—feeling her tight heat envelop him. Yor winced, then relaxed, her breath hitching. “You okay?” he asked, pausing.
“Yes, it’s… full, but good,” she panted.
He started thrusting, a steady rhythm that had the bed creaking—creak, creak—and their bodies slapping together—slap, slap. “Ahh, Loid, faster!” Yor cried, her hips bucking to meet him.
He picked up the pace, and in the heat of it, his hand slipped, hitting a hidden button on the headboard. Click! Suddenly, a net dropped from the ceiling—whoosh!—ensnaring them both.
“What the—?” Loid yelped, still buried inside her.
Yor laughed, a nervous giggle. “Oh, that’s one of my security measures. For intruders.”
“You have traps in our bedroom?” he asked, incredulous.
“You can never be too careful,” she said, sheepish.
Now tangled in the net, their bodies were pressed tighter, his cock twitching inside her pussy. “How do we get out?” he grunted.
“There’s a release switch under the bed,” she said.
“Great, but we’re stuck like this!”
They wriggled, trying to reach it, their skin rubbing in all the right places. “This is… quite the predicament,” Loid said, his breath hitching as her tits squished against his chest.
Yor bit her lip, her voice husky. “Maybe we can… keep going while we figure it out?”
He smirked. “I like the way you think.”
So they did, fucking in the net—thrust, thrust—the confinement making it wilder. After some awkward maneuvering, Loid stretched an arm under the bed—grunt—and hit the switch. Snap! The net retracted, freeing them.
“Now, let’s try something else,” he said, eyes glinting.
“Like what?” Yor asked, curious.
“On your hands and knees,” he instructed.
She obeyed, ass up, and he entered her from behind—schlick—hitting deeper spots that made her gasp. “Oh, Loid, that’s… deeper!”
“Yeah, it is,” he growled, gripping her hips as he pounded her—slap, slap, slap.
After a bit, Yor piped up, “Loid, let me be on top!”
They switched, her straddling him, sliding down onto his cock—shlick. She rode him hard, her tits bouncing—boing, boing—while he pinched her nipples, sending sparks through her. “Ahh, yes, like that!” she moaned.
As they neared the end, she leaned down, kissing him fiercely, tongues clashing—mmmph!—until they hit their peak. Yor screamed—“Loid!”—her pussy clamping down as she came, and he grunted—“Fuck!”—spilling into her.
They collapsed, panting, sweaty, and spent.
“That was… unbelievable,” Yor said, trembling.
“In a good way, I hope,” Loid teased, brushing hair from her face.
“Definitely,” she giggled.
Lying there, she turned to him. “Loid, could we… make this real? Our marriage?”
He thought it over, then smiled. “Why not? I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”
Her heart soared. “I love you, Loid.”
“I love you too, Yor,” he said, pulling her close.
They drifted off, bodies entwined, their fake marriage now something beautifully, messily real.
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